Start Knowing Joy

by October 18, 2022 1 comment

Start now knowing joy,
that’s an order,
overcome a deepening solitude.

Like a bee at a bugle
or me at the deli
on Third Avenue.

I said to Joe when do you think this weather will break?
He jokes, April.
That’s no joke. Weak creatures die and the strong barely survive.

Half a year goes by
another cancer checkup.
Cheer up. Any weather’s

better than no weather at all
and there’s always governance
even when there is no government.

My candidate drops out
after Iowa. Why do I always lose
at politics and poker?

Peace at last!
No lawnmowers, no leafblowers.
Big comfy couch.

Meditate on this: Do what has to be done.
Find your lover gazing at the moon
and take your garbage to the dump.

Your website evaporates
and your possessions are thrown in the dumpster
except your trumpet which finds its way to a future trumpeter.

– Robert Ronnow

editors note:

Joy in providing another man’s treasure. – mh clay

Comments 1

  1. Marie Higgins

    I am blowing a horn right now for this poem, like a hummingbird at a trumpet vine – I loved so many snippets (obviously “like a bee at a bugle”), and all of it collectively – yes, find joy!

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